Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nico. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
The Fugs,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.